Blorbo-[Silly kid, without Nameless giving you extra help, you'd still be gnawing on Gawain's mashed potatoes every day!]
HistorianWithWifi-[Nameless be like: Nonsense. You're my daughter, damn it! If I don't care about you, who else would?!]
AlmightyMiddleFinger-[But Mordred doesn't see it that way! She only wants to fight with her Father for Nameless! You rebellious girl, hahaha!]
HistorianWithWifi-[Mordred be like: Who will you choose, me or Father?!]
AspiringWizard-[No wonder that bastard Merlin wanted to see this moment so badly—turns out, we're all Merlin!]
...
"Poor Mordred, so pitiful, hahaha!"
Kirina tried not to laugh, wanting to feel a bit of sympathy.
But!
Seeing the traitorous knight with cheeks flushed red, head lowered slightly, eyes glistening with tears—
And thinking about their relationship, and the many layers of misunderstandings between them—it really was impossible not to laugh.
"Kirina, d-don't be so mean... pfft, I can't hold it in either, hahaha!"
Illya tried to stop her, but halfway through speaking, she burst into laughter too.
It became contagious!
The two cute little lolis laughed uncontrollably, rolling on the sofa in fits of giggles.
When their stomachs finally hurt from laughing too much, Kirina managed to calm herself and continue watching.
In the video—
Nameless had already been battered into a ragdoll by two Noble Phantasms.
Countless gruesome wounds covered his body—so severe that not even a godly healer could save him.
It was tragic.
So tragic, no one at the scene could believe he was still alive.
Then came the most touching moment of all.
Nameless reached out and gently touched Mordred's small face.
The traitorous knight, always proud and unwilling to be treated like a child, obediently bent down and let him touch her.
Then—
Nameless took her hand and Artoria's, placing the two together. A bloody smile appeared on his face.
"The age of gods has ended. It was all the curse of Vortigern. You two were never meant to be enemies..."
His voice grew weaker and weaker. "As King, stay on the throne... let me handle everything for you. I wanted to protect you both... but I couldn't do it..."
Pff—
He spat out another mouthful of blood. His face turned as pale as snow.
"Don't say that! I won't let you die!"
Artoria tried to cover his wounds with her hand, but it was useless.
After battling Morgan and taking two Noble Phantasms head-on, even someone as strong as Nameless was nearing death.
"No, I won't let you die!"
Mordred was in complete panic.
It was the first time she had someone she liked, the first time she felt important to someone. Two joyful feelings intertwining—should have brought her endless happiness.
But instead—
Why?
Why did it turn out like this?
"Don't be sad… don't grieve… I'm just going back to where I belong…"
Nameless's voice was barely a whisper now.
This man who had once decapitated Vortigern with a single blow… was now as fragile as a newborn.
With the last of his strength, he said his final goodbye,
"May you someday reunite… with the one most important to you…"
Thud~
The hand that had been reaching toward Artoria's cheek dropped heavily to the ground.
Nameless… was dead.
SinMommy-[So touching, so romantic—it makes me want to cry!]
HolySimp999-[Sigh… Nameless used his life to stop the fight. They were both so important to him, he could only sacrifice himself!]
YeetTheInfidel-[Hehe, what I really want to know is how Arthur and Mordred will react after seeing this video!]
YaoiBreed-[Aaaaahhh Nameless! You never came to marry me! You never came to cross swords!]
SinMommy-[Dream on! He's my husband! Only I can give him a child, you can't! You caveless son of a bitch.]
...
In the living room—
Kirina watched the heart-wrenching scene on the big LCD screen...
But ended up laughing again, hugging her panda pillow and rolling on the floor.
"Nameless, you seriously deserve an Oscar. That acting was way too good, hahaha!"
Rolling around, her loose homewear flipped up slightly, revealing a soft, pale tummy.
However—
She noticed from the corner of her eye that someone wasn't looking at her at all.
Am I really that unattractive?
Kirina couldn't help but speak up,
"Sanjiro, why aren't you laughing?"
"..."
Sanjiro was crying inside.
How the hell could he laugh at this?!
Arthur and Mordred fighting. He steps in and gives his life to stop them. And at death's door, he brings them together, holding their hands.
A touching tale of fatherly love and sacrifice—Nameless dies tragically.
But then!
That damn Alaya had to go and expose everything!
If it had just shown the intense emotional highlights—
The audience would've been bawling, praising him as a selfless hero.
But now?
Everyone already knows he didn't die at all, and they're all laughing at him. Waiting for the real-world Artoria and Mordred to come knocking...
Public execution!
Dark history revealed!
Damn you, Alaya!
He couldn't help but tug on the golden twin-tails of the little loli beside him, gritting his teeth, "Kirina, didn't I always teach you not to mock others?!"
"Hey, hey! My twin tails aren't your steering wheel, you perv! Baka! Iyada(Noo)!"
Kirina pouted, firing off a triple combo.
Beside them—
Illya watched their interaction with envy.
So nice… she wanted to join in too.
What was strange, though—
The more she watched, the more she felt this gentle househusband had the aura of that Nameless Heroic Spirit.
Same gentleness… same amazing cooking skills… same way of raising a daughter…
Illya's little face was filled with complicated emotions. She glanced at her pouting, golden twin-tailed bestie.
A bold thought popped into her mind—
Wait, could it be that Kirina… also has a thing for Sanjiro?
Illya's heart grew more conflicted.
She quietly sat on the sofa and continued watching the video.
On-screen—
That lifeless hand fell.
Light began to emit from Nameless's body as he slowly faded like a dream.
Mordred burst into tears.
"No! A future without you isn't the one I want! I don't want you to die!"
An immense power surged from Artoria's body.
A Noble Phantasm of vast might emerged from within her. A golden scabbard, embedded with vivid blue enamel.
Covered in dense runes.
It was—
[Avalon – The Everdistant Utopia]
Even after embedding the scabbard into Nameless's body, it couldn't stop him from fading away.
Nameless was dead.
Gone, never to be found again.
That gentle person… had become an untouchable memory. In that moment, the King was consumed by boundless fury.
"Mordred!!!"
"Father—this is all your fault!"
Mordred, eyes red with grief, stared back at her.
The battle erupted once more.
In the end—
The traitorous knight was pierced through by a lance. For the first time, she removed her helmet and looked directly at Artoria.
She reached out to touch her, smiling bitterly.
"Father… even in the end, you never acknowledged me…"
"I never denied you…"
Arthur was also covered in blood.
She looked at the blood-soaked Hill of Camlann and quietly closed her eyes.
Clop clop clop—
Suddenly, rapid hoofbeats came from the distance.
A knight who had always remained loyal to her finally broke through the chaos and rushed to her side, falling to his knees in tears.
Artoria handed him the Holy Sword,
"Bedivere… cross that blood-drenched hill… and cast this sword into the deepest part of the lake…"